Corn-flag Couplet

(Saw this while journeying up to Salem, Ohio and back)

Whole fields of fading yellow corn-

flags flapped furiously in the wind





A headless windmill

rises above the dead grass

overlooking an empty

prairie sea; powerless to

move with or without the wind


Morning Lochs

At dawning day
among the Kansas highlands
pools gradually appear
floating slowly, gently, lightly
between low rolling hills
swirling whitely, lapping
the bases of a starkly dark
oak here and an elm there
and spreading across
the highway with fingers
of translucent light
not quite reaching the other side
before my suburban splashes
through them without
the joyous sounds of splash
since it’s not actually water
just low lying vaporous fog

Recycled or Trash


on April Fool’s Day my sister called with a really bad joke

said Dad has liver cancer

my sister cried, though, so it’s no joke

six to twelve months predicted regardless of what they do

while leaving the hospital

Dad saw two bins standing together

one for recyclable trash and one for trash trash

he said, “Next week I’ll know if I end up in the recycled or the trash”

and he laughed

my sister choked, but forced herself to laugh with him

with a Dad who thrives on being kind to our Mom and to everyone else

well, I guess God gave time to get his house in order

to accomplish a want to do list

and I have time to relish every remaining second and to say goodbye

but it’s excruciating losing a beloved, faithful, kind friend

besides Mom and my sister, the only “long-term” friend I’ve ever had



The Come and Go Sky


Just had a day with

the Come and Go Sky

so windy that different kinds of clouds raced past

hiding the sun, moving on

dark shadows over us, bright sunlight over us







it came and went all day, just when needed

I’ve Spent

four years writing about my new experiences, while living on the high plains in southwest Kansas.  It’s no longer new, so I took many of the poems (after spending hours and hours and hours editing the Chosen Ones) and I published them in book form, and the book is now available on  The prose poems are ordered by topic, and are best when read out loud, with a hot cuppa in your hand.  A few poems have b/w photos I took on the four-year journey.  I designed the cover to simplistically resemble the plains stretched out under an all-encompassing sky.  “Wind Dancers” is the title of one piece, about a certain high plains object, but just about everything and everyone, living in this part of the country, are wind dancers.